Three days after the meeting, I had an appointment at the hospital. My hematologist asked me what I was thinking. My leg got a lot bigger, so she told me to stay in bed for three weeks. My leg needed rest because the blood clot needed to solve. Me walking made things worse, and it would grow scar tissue. Being tired after a short walk was also normal; my body worked hard on a healing process. So I needed rest!
I had developed more health problems, health problems that could be Covid-19. I lost my taste, had palpitations, was stuffy and very tired. My hematologist told me to get back to my general practitioner. She didn’t want to test me because she didn’t believe I would have Covid-19. There were moments I was scared. I called my hematologist, my general practitioner, and even my former general practitioner.
Seven days after the appointment I had in the hospital, I went to see the company doctor. It took me hours to get there with crutches and public transport. When I got to the office, the doctor wasn’t there, because we were in a covid-19 period. The company told me they had an email that announcement. It was not on the invite but in an email not specifically addressed to me.
I met the doctor in a video call and told him the whole story, and me feeling that my supervisor didn’t believe me. I was under a lot of stress and crying. He believed me and made me feel more comfortable. When he made the report, he asked me if my being ill was work-related. I thought it wasn’t because, in that case, I would be sick about the fake assignment. And at this point, for me, it was because of my ankle and thrombosis. That I wasn’t thinking clearly caused by this extreme stress, I didn’t know at that time. He sent me back home, so I could do what my hematologist asked me to do. Stay in bed!
During spring break, I got a phone call from my board’s housing department; it had to do with the school I had to apply for a job as a principal. He congratulated me on my new position. Because the only thing I knew was I had to apply and wasn’t able to work yet, I was surprised. He didn’t know what to say. In that week I had another colleague congratulate me on my new job. Also, the bankcards were ready to pick up.
I didn’t know what was going on. I also saw strange things happening in my email-account. Emails were missing, so I decided not to use that account anymore. It felt unsafe, misunderstood, alone, and not believed.
